Koumi-senpai

Wednesday- 8:00 pm Amao and Mujo had just dropped off Ayano at her house. Once she was inside, they began to walk away to their homes. But of course, they both had some things on their minds concerning Ayano. Amao: Hey Sensei… Mujo: Yes? Amao: I know you’re a school nurse and all but...do you think Ayano-chan is well? Mujo: Well...she seems pretty healthy. Amao: No, I mean...do you think she’s alright...in the head? At first, Mujo looked at Amao in confusion, but then he realized what the young cook meant. Mujo: I’m not a psychiatrist, but...from what I can tell...I do think she may have some kind of problem with h

The sound of a sharp blade dragged across skin echoed in the room, followed by a loud thud against the wooden floor. Blood spread like petals of a blooming flower, seeping through cracks in the wood. The eyelids of the body did not have the time to fall and cover the eyes that witnessed the horror. Red vessels appeared through the whites of the eyes, under the irises that traveled upwards after the blade came in contact with the neck. The dead was merely a girl at the age of sixteen. Her soft pink robe, ripped by a heartless blade from the right of the waist to the left side of the collar, became tainted with her own crimson. Her hair of du

  Usefulness Once the school was open to students on Monday, the first thing Ayano had done—skipping all of her morning routines—was to wait for Oko in the Occult Club. Like a predator hiding in the bushes, her eyes glowed in the dark, scanning the silhouette of those who passed by. It was very early in the morning so there were only a few in the school and Megumo was one of them, patrolling around looking for anything out of order. A couple of meters far from the club room, he noticed that the lock (which are on every clubroom doors for security reasons) was unlocked. Immediately, he opened the door and found Ayano staring at h

Wednesday- 5:30 pm Ayano had finally left school. Since she was going to cook for her sick Senpai today, she needed help from Amao and Mujo-sensei. Amao was the President of the Cooking Club, and Mujo was the school nurse. Together, they would help her cook a nutritious meal for Taro-senpai. Of course, they had to wait until club activities were over, as well as for Mujo to be finished with work for the rest of the day. Now the three of them were headed towards the supermarket for some ingredients. Mujo: I haven’t cooked in a while, so I may not be much help to you. Ayano: Don’t worry Sensei. I’m sure you will be very hel

Wednesday 7:00 am Ayano had just arrived at school. Despite how well things went yesterday...she was feeling uneasy. Not because of Nurse Kankoshi, but because it felt like she was being watched. Ever since she had dinner with Nasu, it felt like someone was watching her. While she was walking home last night, she could have sworn that someone was following her. Of course...she took a more logical approach and assumed that it was because it was dark outside and she was walking home alone. Anyone would feel like they were being watched in that setting. Despite that...she still felt a bit uneasy about the possibility that someone was following

Tuesday- 7:00 pm Ayano was in her room, trying to think of ways she could kidnap Nurse Kankoshi so she could give her to the Yakuza. Ayano had a feeling that it wasn’t going to be easy. She was an adult who worked at her school...so how was she supposed to kidnap her. Teenagers she had no problem with, but an adult would be much harder Thursday- 7:00 am The first part of the day went by without a hitch. But by lunch time, Ayano was starting to feel anxious. Tomorrow was Friday, which means that she only had one day left to get rid of Kankoshi before she had a chance to confess to Senpai. As Ayano ate her lunch on the rooftop, Ayano